"Zhao Ji!"
Lou Xing let out a shocked cry, his face filled with horror.
The sabres were standard issued, yet they were extraordinary; how could the Imperial Court's weapons be lackluster? Merging with the Dharma Image, they could all transform into Magical Treasures.
Zhao Ji was even a cultivator of the Boundless Dao, and in terms of combat, even Lou Xing himself had to temporarily evade his sharp edge—how could he just disappear like that?
The Dharma Technique he had cultivated was one that strengthened the body, yet the other party had not even touched his physique before crushing the sabre, and he collapsed just like that?
Song Yin pinched his fingers and probed again toward Lou Xing's direction.
